I go silent after that, biting my tongue to prevent from asking her questions she won't answer yet, and keep my thoughts to myself, blocking her from reading them. I thought Jacks was just my nickname for you...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I bottle up all my emotion and send it shooting out of the two of us in the form of my light, knocking him off. I slip out of Jackie and lock the door, taking him by the collar and punching the crap out of his pretty little face. Just before he passes out, I cup his chin and make him look me in the eyes.
"Whatever you had, it's gone," I whisper, "And whatever you want, it's mine. Come near my wife again and I'll castrate you."
His eyes roll back in his head and I stand, walking to Jackie.
"You okay?" I ask, taking her face in my hands and wiping her lips off with the back of my palm.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
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